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Harry awoke completely disoriented. The bright sun shone through his eyelids. I don't want to wake up. He groaned while adjusting to his side trying to evade the sun. Something brushed up against his leg. Harrys eyes snapped open, the option of trying to go back to sleep instantly vanishing. Even with out his glasses on he could make out the blurry shape of... a woman? He quickly fumbled for his glasses on the night-stand, hastily putting them on with out taking his eyes off the sleeping form. As soon as his eyes adjusted he recognized the woman to be Hermione. He let out at deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.

His eyes involuntarily surveyed her. The pale face, obviously deprived of sun from her constant working, her lips, the upturned nose. Her lions mane hair, which briefly reminded Harry of fireworks of brown and caramel colors. Her hair fell well past her shoulders, tickling her chest. Harrys eyes wandered lazily the dip of her waist to see that her night gown had ridden up to her thigh in the night.

The sight of her her bare legs caused him to take his eyes off of her and look at something else. Anything else. He planted his eyes on the door frame ahead as he sat, somewhat disgusted with him self. Harry remembered that he hadn't...been with a woman for months. "am I so deprived I have to..." What did he do exactly? He wasn't doing anything wrong!

"How old am I? 13?" Harry said under his breath. Wait...why was Hermione in his bed? Harry suddenly remembered the events of the night before and anger filled him once again. He shook his head before the emotion became too prominent. I had my time to...think about that. Hermiones soothing words from the night before shot into him like the most potent soothing potion. Harry reminded himself of them over and over. "We're here now. We're here now."

Hermione moaned in her sleep next to him, bringing him fully back to reality. Unfortunately, this only brought back the feeling from before...what exactly was he feeling again? Merlin! Ever since Ginny and he had 'taken some time apart' ...again... he's been feeling so...hormonal. Harry casually glanced back at Hermione. She was beautiful, and Harry got the distinct impression she didn't know it. Or if she did, she didn't really care. Ginny defiantly knew, recently she'd been flaunting her looks more than usual. That's why they had broken up...this time. She always wanted him to go out. And Harry knew that he had fun, but he just wanted to slow down for once. It was as if he never could just breath. And people always took pictures when they went out. It was sort of embarrassing. Harry started to tap his thumbs against his chest. He guessed that he would get back together with Ginny . He probably would marry her. No emotion seemed to come to him at that. Everyone else in the world seemed to just know that they were getting married... maybe they were seeing something between the two that Harry didn't? He hoped so, it would make all this a lot less complicated. Hermione squirmed beside him and her eyes fluttered open to reveal two larger brown orbs staring up at him.

"Hi" She finally said after a few delayed seconds.

"Hi"

"I couldn't sleep alone"

"It's fine."

"I guess you don't want to talk about it..." Harry didn't answer. Hermione nodded and stretched. A few more seconds of silence, Harry didn't know what to say.

"I suppose I won't go to work today." Hermione said looking out the window. Harry raised his eyebrows at this.

"Really? That's...sort of amazing." Hermione chuckled.

"We can just relax, get a bite to eat, yeah?" Harry frowned

"Hermione... if you think that you have to...I don't know...take care of me in some way...you don't. I'm fine." Hermione's eyes widened.

"No, no, no" She sat up, her back against the headrest.

"That's not what I'm saying, Harry. We haven't really spent any time together. I mean...outside of the flat for awhile."

"Aren't you going to see Don today?" He asked. He wanted to make sure she wasn't doing this because she pitied him. Hermione flushed a little at his name.

"No." She said quietly. Harry cocked an eyebrow. A small blossom of happiness erupted in Harry. He never liked Don. He was just about to tell her so when a soft tapping sound came from the window. Harry snapped his head up to see an small owl with a letter attached to it's leg. Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from Hermione.

"Is that...?" Harry didn't even have to ask. It was Ron's owl.